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The ancient city gate of Taiping County stood tall and imposing, with the weak winter sunlight piercing through the heavy clouds, casting a dim light inside the gateway.
The cold wind swirled in from the open area outside the city gate, seeping into the gateway in thin streams.
As Shen Qing stepped into the gateway, the winter chill rushed at him, causing Shen Xiaohu and Zhang Shuyuan to shrink their necks involuntarily.
Once they passed through the ancient city gate, the cold wind gradually subsided.
Familiar sights appeared once again before Shen Qing and his companions.
The uneven ground, mixed with muddy and dark snow water...
All around were densely packed shanties assembled from various materials, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The narrow, muddy paths between the shanties were lively with children running and occasional shouts of vendors, adding a sense of real life and clamor to the desolate scene.